Chapter 45: A Kiss That Shouldn’t Have Happened
Emma’s POV
The door at the end of the hall yawned open.
Darkness stretched beyond it, thick and suffocating. The shadows inside writhed like something alive, waiting.
The air tightened around me, pressing against my skin. A whisper curled through the corridor.
"Too late."
A figure stirred in the darkness.
Tall. Still. Watching.
Silas.
My breath caught.
Nate grabbed my arm, yanking me back. “Emma, no.”
But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t look away.
Silas Ashford stepped forward, out of the shadows. His presence filled the hallway like a storm, the air thick with something wrong. His face was pale, sharp cheekbones accentuated by the flickering candlelight. His dark eyes locked onto mine.
And he smiled.
Not in a way that was comfortin
